the match box cars in the parking lot the sun reflecting off the lines of windshields the woman jumping clasping her hands in front of her $2,450 flashes across the screen s**t I think if I had that much money I could pay rent for a whole year a car pulls out of a parking spot its windshield catches the sun full on reflects a blinding flash off the top of the metal casing around the window into my room damn it occurs to me I have to finish my degree I can’t do nothing with my life forever the matchbox car turns the glare disappears as suddenly as it came the car drives off a boxy maroon family car I flick off the TV with one push of a red button that little girl I used to be knobby bruised knees on the kitchen floor zinging cars down the freeway into the wall wouldn’t want me to be nothing
